Golden is the aura,
Of their ideals,
But maybe, just maybe,
Perhaps this gold aura,
Which around me doth shine.
If only they knew,
What goes on in this mind.
A mockery I make.
Perhaps they're too blind,
To see I'm a fake.
That just isn't it.
Perhaps their own values
Are just counterfeit.
They wear with such pride,
Is simply a mask,
Behind which evils hide.